Harry - “So…” he chuckled, standing next to you in front of the mattress coving its centre. You punched his shoulder, “this isn’t funny…”
He bent forwards, and prodded the broken bed beams again, “come on,” he smirked over his shoulder to you, “it’s a little funny, babe.” He stood himself up again and moved back to you, snaking one arm around your waist.
"I still can’t believe we broke the bed," you shook your head down, to bury it in your hands, groaning into your palms. He hugged you tighter with his arm, chuckling worn breath before he leant down to your ear, "I still can’t believe we hadn’t broken it sooner…"
Liam - ”Babe, that feels good,” he moaned on top of you, groaning out of his throat with eyes shut tightly, arms wrapping your limbs as he bucked harder and harder. You dulled your eyes shut to the slam of the headboard against the wall, something quaking beneath you until you felt a snap and the bed cracking beneath your bodies, “whoa, shit, ah…”
"Li," you panted up, stopping, brushing hair from your eyes, "did we just…"
"I think we…"
"Did we just break the bed?"
"Um…" Liam chuckled nervously, burying his head in the crook of your neck to inhale the warmth there, "I think we did…" he raised his head sheepishly, "whoops."
Louis - you manoeuvred your way through the aisles of beds, threading fingers with Louis as he followed you through the store, “see any you like?”
"Few," Louis grinned, stepping close enough to press his chest to your back, hugging you to him.
"Hi," a store attendant made her way over to your figures, "can I help you with anything?"
"Yeah, we, um," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "we need a new bed."
"I see," the store attendant smiled, "what kind of bed are you looking for?"
Louis leant in, whispering so close to your neck, “preferably one that doesn’t break every time we have hardcore sex…” you elbowed his ribs.
"Um, just a comfy one," you flustered when the store attendant faltered her smile, "one that’s steady, you know…"
Zayn - he rolled you on top of him, nudging up his hips to align by yours and grind closely, rubbing your arms up and down. You squeezed his biceps and tugged, rolling your bodies over again, lips caught in kisses, slamming down, rolling over and over, legs wrapping around legs like vines around tree limbs, “babe, you’re such a tease like this…” he groaned, tipping the words by your pink lips swollen from kissing.
"What are you gonna do about it?" You giggled into his skin.
"This," he rolled you over again to laying on top. A crack sounded and the mattress jumped up on one side, tipping you both onto the floor.
"Zayn, shit!"
"Um," Zayn bit his lip on top of you. He glanced up at the broken bed and chuckled softly, "so… floor sex?"
Niall - ”Alright, alright,” Louis chuckled, sighing around the table and the dozens of empty beer bottle littered, “you guys mind if I crash here for the night?” He nodded over to you and Niall.
"Yeah, sure, man," Niall grinned up, holding your waist. Louis motioned to leave the table, "oh," Niall hopped, "but you have to sleep on the downstairs couch, man…"
"What about your guest bedroom?" Louis narrowed his eyes.
"(Y/N) and I are sleeping in there…" Niall answered slowly, sheepishly.
Louis scoffed and narrowed his eyes at the two of you, “okay,” he said, “well, what about your bedroom? What’s wrong with that?”
"The bed’s broken…" Niall scratched the back of his head, answering quickly. You ducked your own, looking away.
"The…" Zayn stopped throwing his jacket on, "the bed’s broken?" He turned to Louis smiling, "how’d you manage that?"
Silence followed, until Louis nodded back, pressing his lips together, “you know, on second thought, I might crash at Zayn’s tonight… don’t wanna hear any weird noises staying here…”
